by Bodwyn Wook
“They are not alone.
“They are only the latest in that infinite parade of would-be Big Men in the World who have been stepping along now for the thousands of years, men now mostly and utterly forgotten in spite of it all, their crimes of brief “success” all lost in the universal forgetting with them.
“And, so, as they step along lively and pink and fit as little pigs, or roll in their wheelchairs brandishing with curses at their ‘illegal’ lowpaid attendants their air bottles, as they pile over the brink and in to the Pit of Hell…one and all…they are NOT alone.” (Bodwyn Wook)
Libya shows it’s an objective judgement: Dick Cheney & Karl “Binky” Rove are a pair of historical failures, not to mention a couple of particularly unattractive and sly, but bungling and impatient, “children of this world.”
Because in terms of their own “I’m A Real Historically Important Guy!” game they have failed — 101 per cent.
And, now — we must remember the matter above all of timing in all successful policy — in the matter of any American victorious beau geste at all in Libya, we are fresh out of gas, completely exhausted beforetime and — now that the Huntingtonion hour is — wholly not-ready to liberate a people who plainly have taken the first steps on their own behalf. So much for the fantasy of “culture clash” as a basis for propagating anything in policy, except…some more of the horror of History.
Well, let’s just forget about morality. The morality of intervening in Libya even on behalf of the rebels, who in this case might actually be ready to welcome non-Mahometan forces, is just moot. A libertarian principle of course is that if it’s wrong for an individual man or woman to do in the first place, then it’s wrong for a state — any state — to do in any place, or case; however, now that LPUSA has so obviously and painfully been bought by off the Grubby Old Party, that one is just plain not on. And, as to any other excitingly adventurous and “real important” non-moral stab in to the night and fog of the Future, on the point of any decisive action at all in Libya we now are flat on our post-NeoCon ass.
So, what’s left?
Well, there is this NeoCon “Game of Machiavelli,” a game which arguably has its own morality, or rules anyway. Both Cheney with his complex organ psychological inferiority, and “Binky,” who so wretchedly looks exactly like a Secret Catholic Priest type, rolled in the shit of career ambition in front of the Straussian piss altar to Machiavelli mis-studies all their lives long:
And, now, their whole-souled and, above all immensely vain and stupid, devotion above all to the “Noble Lie” and historical derring-do has failed. Machiavelli, of course, as a protagonist of political realism at heart teaches that Thou Shalt Not Fail. Or, anyway, that is what Cheney and “Binky” and the NeoCons gypsters all got out it — and, any way, they as a class and claque are all now flat on their ass. In their treehouse boys’ “Bad Club” venture in to the darkness they have furthermore dragged us with them.
Again, how so?
Well, the desperate hunger of the historical “I” and “me” to get in to the books at all costs drove the rushed & jumpy, nervous, drive to wade in to Iraq, in 2003. The vain and above all stupid egotism of these schmucks and buccaneers of History drove them to every sort of lie. “Binky” flamed Valerie Plame and burned her CIA kiester in the public papers and on Tee Vee, all to put over the “sexed up” dossier and fable of Saddam Hussein’s stash of WMDs. [This is actually arguably a crime, arguably it is treasonous, and it remains one for which of course no one will be punished — ed]
Meantime, the administration of the Republican party now in power, 2001-9, and in the cold hands of clammy fools, sent the Army haring off ahead of itself in the Fall of 2002, in to the Afghan lands where the Russian Army itself would fear to tread even now, today. This is while, doubtlessly hidden in the same Harding closet so artlessly employed eight years before by la Clinton, Cheney now acting out manhood and self-importancy as Vice-President, with cowboy toes peeping beneath his suit pants, scribbled notes on these African “yellow cake” uranium fairytales.
Also painfully obviously ridden hard in to a lather by his overactive Inner Woman, and so possessed by the same touchy shrew moodiness that led him to say “f-ck you!” to the Democrat Senate boss cocky once * , Cheney also growled ominously about his shweeya S&M longing for the “dark side.” He positively vowed then on Tee Vee to take us all there. And then, right on schedule, the rest of the hightech IT-ridden Army of “volunteers” and littletown down-and-outers, and a fair number of “illegal” Mexicans fighting for the right to vote thrown in, went bounding off in to Iraq — to what would only be, is absolutely of course, and so forever only can be, an historical defeat. This is the art & apotheosis of the “Noble Lie” of course gone highly and badly, wholly, amuck; it is an absolute load of renegade Dervish apprentices planting IUDs in the pavement while the Sufi Master looks on aghast. I must suppose, myself, that afterward the Ship of State got ran smack dab aground by these same Dervishes, on to the Culture Clash Reefs…and, “God damn the IUDs, Mr Obama!” as General MacChrystal, another kid and himself a kind of botched Dervish Seeker, used to (!) say.
If you care to read Machiavelli for yourself, and you by all means should, then you will find many a caution in the pp of The Prince, above all against the disaster of self-deception; there are also important caveats about timeliness.
A close reading will reveal that timing is the heart of the matter in the employment, the deployment, of all policy. This is because it is, often as not, a matter of biding action for years; and, so, a prince or magnate, or for that matter party hack, of any salience always will have an eye out for the opinion of heirs and assigns. This is above all in the interest of the ruler, himself, who if at all mature [above all as a man of reading and reflection, NB — ed] comes to realize that his immortality, its form, can come only from remembered events.
For quite apart from the matter of any God, immortality in the World is lodged in the remembrance of the ruler, in History. Machiavelli, after all, was a man of the Renaisscence and he well knew the Greek dictum that a man is immortal as long as his name is remembered. Unfortunately, the late-modern students, Leo Strauss himself, Richard Perle and all that ilk, these were men who were not at least as well-taught in Spengler as so badly in Machiavelli; and, still less in the matter of historical Time. Not to mention the even thornier problem of timing.
This spottiness, uneven grasp and beady “vision,” all of it is, among many other things, a gloomy example of the low state of the late-modern western state-subsidized professorate — that is a theme ably rehearsed by the far better actually conservative historian-emeritus, John Lukacs, and only goes to show that not all historian-manques are “liberals.”
The greatest lie, of course, continues (NB) to be that other cultures do not also have futures.
In the name of this stuff — it was, on re-reading Huntington this winter, I now think mainly an oversight because of that whiggish “globalist” optimism — the Republican party in power in the US in 2001-9 took on a thousand million Mohematens of hugely wide and varying perspectives, a whole civilization actually closer still in Time to its originating cultural impulse ** . They undertook this moreover in the name of a stylish new form of War, one “asymmetrical” as well as “islamofascistic,” and one halfbaked, still being adumbrated by the military and law scholar Philip Bobbitt as of 2008. This gun was jumped, mainly, because of vanity over an historical theory, one ultimately about “stopping” History at the level of the Chinese-stocked Middle Western shopping maul. There was also outraged professional resentment of the 2001 terrorists who had given the slip to at least fourteen careerist “intelligence” agencies and US Civil Service Baby Boom unearned-income havens; and, too, at least a little bit of the romance about Israel among American supporters of Zionism. This altogether made a fine froth.
Self-deception has also brought us to the point where — now that History finally has made a clear inkle in Libya to the non-Mahomaten western protogogues of “democracy” such as we see in Russia — we “now” have nothing to bring to the aid of the Libyan revolution. This is odious. It is, still worse, historical failure. On the petty level of men — read Machiavelli — and the lasting baleful effect on events of deranged personality, Libya shows it’s an objective judgement:
For if Dick Cheney & Karl “Binky” Rove indeed are a pair Of God-damned failures, not to mention a couple of particularly unattractive, nasty and swinish, “children of this world,” then still worse, plainly, is the condition, and still lower their un-worth to the World, of those men who were their teachers. It was this professorate after all who turned these dunces loose. And still there is, even in all of this of course, that shred of comfort if not of hope which must be THE solace of the failed player:
They are not alone.
They are only the latest in that infinite parade of would-be Big Men in the World who have been stepping along brightly now for the thousands of years, men now mostly and utterly forgotten in spite of it all, their crimes of brief “success” all lost in the universal forgetting with them.
And, so, as they step along lively and pink and fit as little pigs, or roll in their wheelchairs brandishing with curses at their “illegal” lowpaid attendants their air bottles, as they pile over the brink and in to the Pit of Hell…one and all…they are NOT alone.
* — The anima, or inner femininity and suffocated womanliness, of the studiedly grim and “realist” male then-Vice President Cheney is a female psychic figure that, of course, is at once completely unconscious to the subject and so, in this case, clearly appears in episodes of the “Calamity Jane”-type — Dr Wayness Clamm-Clattuc, Jungian Analyst
** — Readers of Spengler will understand the reference.
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[9 March 2011]